Auron lounged in the lavish throne installed at the peak of the Blackfang Arena, carved from obsidian and skulls of ancient champions. At his feet knelt Seraphine and Azhara — the archangel and the gladiatrix — both clad in revealing black silks, their eyes fixed reverently on their Master.
The arena no longer roared with bloodlust.
Now, it chanted his name.
"Auron… Auron… Auron…"
The high priest of Blackfang groveled at the foot of the dais, offering his finest — three chained women, each trembling from fear and anticipation.
"This city is yours, my lord," the priest croaked. "The people see you as a god. These… are tokens of that worship."
Auron rose, his crimson cloak billowing behind him, and descended the steps to inspect the offerings.
The first was a noble's daughter, untouched and trembling, her body slender and soft. The second — a beastkin girl, silver-haired with feline ears, sharp eyes glinting with both pride and shame. The third — a demon courtesan, voluptuous, experienced, her aura practically dripping with lust magic.
He circled them slowly.
"You were promised freedom," he said aloud to the girls. "But I offer something better: purpose."
He turned to the crowd.
"This city is mine. This arena, mine. And every hole beneath this sky will belong to me before the year ends."
With a snap of his fingers, the collars activated. Each woman gasped as the magic forced their knees to buckle.
System Notification: Three New Candidates for Crest Binding
"Kalya of House Virell"
"Nyra of the Wild Claw"
"Xyssa the Flame-Tongue"
Later That Night
The grand chamber above the arena had become a temple of sin.
Kalya sobbed softly as she lay on the bed, hips raised by magical restraints, her noble pride stripped away. Nyra hissed and moaned as Seraphine teased her with divine feathers, claws twitching in desire. Xyssa, the demon courtesan, took to her knees willingly, tongue out and eyes glowing.
Auron stood between them, nude and powerful, eyes gleaming with hunger and control.
"You'll all break differently," he whispered, "but you'll break for me."
One by one, he claimed them.
Kalya screamed first — a cry of pain turned into shuddering ecstasy as the crest bloomed beneath her navel. Her innocence was extinguished by pure, relentless dominance.
Nyra snarled and fought until Seraphine pinned her down, her wings wrapped around the beastkin's struggling form, whispering of pleasure and pain. The beast girl climaxed under pressure, the crest burning into her furred abdomen.
Xyssa… begged for it. She whispered foul things, offered herself completely. She came the moment he entered her, shaking, shuddering, the crest blooming like a red rose over her womb.
System Update: 3 New Slaves Bound Kalya: Submissive Purity (bonus morale) Nyra: Predator Tamed (combat boost vs. beasts) Xyssa: Lust Channeler (boost to harem stamina)
Morning
Auron stood on the balcony, gazing over the city. Fires burned in distant towers — signs of rebellion being crushed by his newly acquired soldiers. Behind him, his harem slept, tangled in sheets of gold and black.
Azhara approached from the shadows, now wearing dark armor over barely concealed skin.
"Your next conquest?" she asked, eyes glowing.
He nodded toward the north.
"The Crimson Highlands. A fortress held by the Dragon Matriarch. She has three daughters. All virgins. All powerful."
Azhara grinned.
"Time to burn a nest."
Auron grinned darkly, summoning his warblade to his hand.